Author's note: I'm thinking that Alec will meet Magnus next chapter. Thank you to those who are following this story.
DISCLAIMER- characters belong to Cassandra Clare
An Angels Story
Chapter two
Alec PoV
I ran down the gravelly road, tears streaming down my face. I didn't believe it, I couldn't. I had to see for myself. I could hear the shouts coming from the camp. I ignored them all and hoped no-one was following me.
When I was out of sight of the camp I spread my wings and took off. From the few times that I had used my wings I knew that they were strong. I knew I could fly headlong in a storm and they would not fail me. The reason I hadn't flown very much was because I was afraid. So very afraid. What would my family think if they saw my wings? A demon, a creature from another world. I didn't want to find out. So I kept it a secret.
It wasn't that hard, once I realised that people generally couldn't see them unless they tried or had some connection to me. I did have to keep some concentration to keep the glamour up though. Izzy knew from the start, she could always see them. Jace and Max took a little longer but they also knew my secret. My parents never saw my wings. That was probably the reason I never loved them like a normal child would their parents. They couldn't see my wings so I knew they had no connection to me, they didn't love me.
I flew through the night not stopping once. By dawn I was exhausted. My wings were aching and my back was killing me. My throat was parched and dry, but I kept going. I had to. My speed had decreased from the start of my journey but I pushed on determined that I would reach my house at midday.
Magnus PoV
The first time I saw an angel was in a place I never thought would connect with such beauty. I was 268 years old which is still quite young for my race. I fell for this angel before he realised I exsisted.
He was sitting in the ruins of a once majestic house. His wings were covered in ash, their startling white feathers almost hidden completely. His jet black hair was half covering his face that had tear tracks streaking down this cheeks. He was wearing black boots, black jeans and a black t-shirt, his arms and face a pale contrast to the dark clothes.
I wanted to go up to him, to comfort him, but something warned me against it. So instead I took the liberty of making him disappear in all the photos and all the records that would remember his angel wings. I couldn't erase him from the minds of all the people who had seen him, but I could make it difficult for them to believe they had. Eventually they would forget the angel.
Alec PoV
I found the skeletons. They were black, covered in ash and soot. They were all lying together, holding hands. Jace, Isabelle and Max. The ash was still hot, the bones still smoking. The air reeked of burnt flesh, of soot and of death. My heart clenched, none of them deserved to die.
I wish I could do something, anything that would bring them back, but I couldn't. I lay down beside them and cried, holding on to Max's hand. Holding on to the hope that this was just a dream and I will wake from it at any moment. I never woke up. I knew in my heart that this was real, and I couldn't do anything about it.
People came every day to see the angel. Word spread quickly through New York. They took photos. The angel in the ruins of the institute. I didn't care. I couldn't care enough to put the glamour back up.
If I knew that I never showed up in any of the photos I would have realised that there was someone else who was like me. Someone who could help me. But I didn't realise.
Days passed, I didn't notice them go. I felt angry, frustrated and I wanted to hurt someone, break something. I left the ruins. No one saw me go. I realised that I was going to have to be strong to live in this world. So I travelled far away, I would come back some day. When I was stronger.
I found a teacher, someone who was trained in fighting and defence.
I learnt how to fight. I became strong.
Magnus PoV
My angel disappeared. I haven't seen him since just after the fire at the institute. I could find him easily, as I was a warlock, but I figured he would be burning off the anger and grief inside him. He would come back in his own time. Then I would find him.
Alec PoV
As the days passed I became better than my teacher. I didn't realise it when he was training me but he grew older as I seemed to stay the same age. He worked with me for decades. I didn't noticed how quickly time had passed until my teacher died at 63.
I could fight very well. One thing I enjoyed the most was free running. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, vaulting over things and landing jumps. I loved the feeling, it made me feel alive. My heart was still grieving over my long gone siblings. I had loved them so, so much. But I failed. They are gone and I blame myself. I could have done something if I was there, but no, I always left. I left because my parents came back, like I always leave when they are home. I always leave my siblings in what I believe safe hands. That time I was wrong. They died because I was heartless enough to leave again. The pain cuts my heart like a broken blade.
When my 100th birthday came, I came to the conclusion that I was never going to get old. I was immortal. One hundred years old and looking 23 years old. With that thought I decided that I would head back to New York. I didn't look after my siblings when I should have, but I will protect my home and save the people within it. No matter what grief, no matter what pains I have. I will help them.